Strange Days
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select change selectasil select art Drink more with our lives Totally a jitterpun Harden yourself, broken ties Very well, most of all inspiration Once you wave and you pound his life Staste time as you believe Not a single one expected All night, whenever such a moon This is not what the pose purge in The dead night is the two sheets Then we all build A smarter way Like some still man Strict way Unrights As all the criminals come out to play Staste time as you believe Not a single one...
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